Splitting up my family
Ah, the joys of breakups. The pain, the drama, the madness. To add to the stress of that, I’ve been busy searching for a new place for the kids and I. The good news is that I found a place. The bad news? No pets. None.
I found a foster home for Seamus and Leslie, my beloved feline friends. Now I am seeking a home for Connor, my canine companion for nearly five years.
I know in my heart that I’m doing the right thing by moving to the place I found. It’s perfect in size, and price, and the kids won’t have to move to yet another school district. And I know, eventually, this pain too will fade. But right now, I haven’t been able to stop crying.
I’m breaking up the whole of my family, and somewhere, somehow, someone is going to sit me down and explain to me in really small words why I have had to endure so much heartache this year.
You can see Connor here. If you are in the Metro DC area and are interested, or know anyone who would be, please shoot me an email.
